[Commission] Star Guardian Xayah & Rakan

meme.     /     selectively accepting.

@shadowhelmed​ said :   *drops down to one knee* [ choke ], my liege

              this was bound to happen.     /     they stand at opposite sides of a battlefield,     life's game has dictated that they become one another's enemy,     for their causes    &    beliefs lie in conflict,     sparking desires for war    &    battle,     for one side to prevail victorious with erroneous perception of said victory coming from a just background.     the ends do not justify the means.     a canary must sing nature's song,     hear her reverent melodies that stir devotion    &    love for her creations,     for the wild magic whose freedom directly affects all life around it    ;    there is no question to it,     it must be left intact.     to limit such for another's cause is to rebuke nature's teachings,     it is to manipulate her benevolent will    &    transform an amiable love into a malicious force   !!     to commit atrocities all in the name of an order   !!!

              notwithstanding a resolute heart that wishes to paint all a part of said order as malevolent,     there was kayn who proved to be distinct.     perchance will he acknowledge that it is the folly of his own sentiments to become involved with one so closely associated with an order he's devoted himself to abolishing,     though the initial intent was to deceive.     this veneer attached to rakan's face found more uses than simply charming,     the act of befriending a foe for intel is just,     for is it not a fool that shall be punished for misplacing trust so carelessly   ?     but who must bear the title of fool   ?     kayn   ?     no.     even if original intent was to deceive,     even if their friendship had been found on initial lies,     that will disappeared the more he came to know him.

              each conversation served one absolute purpose    :    bring to light the plans of the order that threatens his home,     that threatens the magic coursing through these divine trees,     the humid air that felt refreshing no matter the time of day.     all what was brought to light     ...     was a newfound care for him,     came with a silent denial,     an inner conflict where he rejects these sentiments,     while a side of him advises him to accept it.     accept he cares for kayn,     that whenever the frown on kayn's lips curved into a smile,     no matter how small,     its power to brighten room was indubitable     ———     that whenever he bared his heart to rakan,     rakan would accept it,     he would not shatter this trust they've built,     knowing that trust itself is fragile    &    can never truly be recuperated if broken.     each time they gazed at one another,     each time dawn threatened with sun's calling,     rakan was aware of his own feelings    :    the feeling of not wanting to leave,     that sentiment of i want to protect you.     a force that cannot be trampled by time itself,     one that life cannot wish to understand,     no matter the desire for chaos    &    conflict,     the force of love prevails within rakan's heart even in war.

              now     ...     they lie in bed,     kayn atop rakan's form,     pressed deep within him,     hands placed against hips,     steady rhythm adopted to make things easier for him.     to call this just sex would be a sin in of itself,     it would be a blatant lie,     kept in control,     for to grant it autonomy in their relationship would prove disastrous.     /     though communication is a struggle,     though the path of what they have is rocky    &    it may never come to perfect fruition,     that's ok,     they have each other.     to tread upon dangerous,     mysterious path with another is a risk far greater than going alone,     rakan's pride shall give him needed strength to move forward.     /     pressing against kayn is an act to have more of him,     for him to press deeper without fear,     it is rakan's manner of agreeing through their passionate act that kayn may do as he pleases.     then,     comes the unexpected,     hands come to wrap around his neck,    &    he gasps.

              ❛     whoa,     what're you     ...     ❜     perplexed at first on his actions,     then digits begin to press down against his next,     efficaciously preventing oxygen to flow from air to lungs,    &    albeit his hands come up to grab kayn's wrists,     subsequent words betray his actions.     ❛     don't stop.     ❜     conflicting feeling of pain    &    pleasure,     an amalgamation of both is seeded at the root of his heart,     it grows    &    grows until it's overflowing.     it's not passion,     it's not trust per se,     but by far is this one of the more audacious acts he's ever allowed.     to trust someone with hands around his neck,     it's new.     he doesn't want it to end,     he won't allow it to end.     ❛     keep going,     keep choking me,     keep fucking me.     i'll     ...     tell you if it's too much,     i promise.     ❜

                                 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊.

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@halvett​ said :   Don't mind him, Sett's just sizing Rakan up and down with a smile. "You really are the /biggest/ himbo this side of Ionia, and I say that in the nicest way possible."

              that's a new one.     he's never heard that word before,     not really.     there were certain terms that the humans used to communicate that he didn't quite understand.     sometimes they sounded like some sort of amalgamation of two different words,     or a peculiar instance where it was entirely new    &    original.     it was almost beautiful.     (   the humans feared them for being different,     yet they embraced these novel terms they create     ———     it's strange.     was it due to the fact it was conceived by them,     or the mere fact they got used to such terms   ?     man,     who knows.   )     it's nothing to fret over,     as their beauty could never surpass his.      then again,     he was the most eye - catching thing,     how could he expect anyone or any thing to compete   ?     even something as strange as that word.

              ❛     himbo,     himbo     ...     ❜     it's a test.     an attempt to speak it,     understand it,     process it.     such a hefty task,     his brows furrow    &    his eyes shut as he ponders over the word.     maybe if he thought hard enough,     he could garner its true meaning,     but alas     ...     he opts to adopt his own definition,     perhaps not too far off from the true meaning.     ❛     dunno what that means,     but i'll take it as a compliment   !!     ❜     hearty laugh,     followed by a radiant grin    &    confidence in his every word.     ❛     i'm the best himbo ionia's ever seen   !     ❜     yeah,     it definitely fits.

Rakan is a Tall Boy, and @feyquil ‘s got me feeing some sort of way...

today... rakan “say so” fancam. tomorrow? who knows what y’all might get...

( credit: motion, model, stage )

???     ///     crawsus.

❛     i’d  really  rather  not  fight,     if  you  don’t  mind.     i  come  in  peace,     as  they  so  often  say.     i’m  rather  weak  too  you  know,     so  it  wouldn’t  be  much  of  a  fight  and  more  of  a  waste  of  time.     ❜     a  hand  is  thrown  up  in  defense.

in  his  mind  the  demon  stirs,     a  mental  effort  is  taken  to  sooth  the  voice.     hand  grips  his  cane  tightly,     placing  pressure  against  the  stick.     to  an  outsider  it  appears  as  if  it  were  a  normal  cane,     but  to  him  it  throbs  and  it  aches  and  it  wishes  for  more  and  more  bloodshed.     but  who  ever  heard  of  a  darkin  cane?     ❛    if  you’d  like  i  can  read  you  some  poetry  instead?    ❜     lips  upturn  into  a  lopsided  smirk,     clearly  something  was  up  his  sleeve,     but  it  surely  wasn’t  something  that  would  be  harmful  to  the  vastayan.     provided  urizen  cooperated  with  him.

@feyquil​  said  anyone!

              his logic is impeccable.     weak individual should not be engaged,     not out of courtest,     but fear that,     if engaged,     there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle     ———     or even worse,     should he act careless    &    commit an unplanned blunder,     then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him    &    claim victory,     then who would be weak   !?     HIM,     HIM   !!!

              ❛     poetry   ?     ❜     rakan hummed inquisitively,     arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet.     wow,     is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday   !?     he swore that the day before current situation,     the grass at his feet was a subdued green.     could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured     ——     wait,     what was the question again   ?     ❛     uh,     you said you were gonna do something,     read   ?     yeah,     sure,     do whatever you want   !     ❜

kayn.     ///     inumbrate.

for @feyquil  /  lyric starters  /  accepting.

❛ there’s a vulture on my shoulder and he’s telling me to give in… always hissing right in my ear like it’s coming from my own head… ❜    his first words come low in a whisper as a subtle ache pulses at his temple, it wasn’t one of his best night’s sleep. hesitance is admittedly palpable, not aiming to shatter rakan’s ever optimistic seeming mood… but he crave the other’s encouragement,    ❛ … it’s got me mixed up, trying not to give up — tell me there’s a way to get out of here. ❜   [  fixed at zero by versaemerge  ]

              ❛     don't fall for it.     that's what you have to do first.     ❜     &    onward do his words of encouragement come,     drawn out with a natural ease,     he could deceive one into thinking this was a common trait of his.     it wasn't.     not necessarily.     optimism bloomed at his heart,     yes,     albeit never has he continuously used it for a human.     except for kayn,     but he doesn't mind.     he can't.     knowing what hell he's faced,     sympathy    &    empathy bring out dulcet songs of inspiration.     not     ...     actual songs,     though.     ❛     you can't give up so easily,     y'know   ?     it's     ...     part of the battle.     not giving up,     giving it all you've got 'till the end   !     try thinkin' of yourself in some sort of tunnel or forest.     it's dark    &    everything around you's trying to get you to give up.     but look at that   !     a helping hand,     ❜     up comes his own hand extended towards him with brightest,     elated grin.     rakan thinks it adds a bit more pizzazz to the story.     ❛     it can't help you in your battle,     but it's a reminder that it's there to help.     there's a way out,     a light,     you know it   !     ❜

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@lightshielded​ said :   ' you shine so brightly. ' the dawn's light dancing about the blackened night was entrancing, the singularity's whispers ever louder in its presence. the dark star was slow with its movements, almost apathetic to how long his actions take, simply taking time to admire the star dust flicker out as it waft over him. lance in hand, the dark star corruptant glided towards the court's dawn. ' so bright and so warm ... but your light is fleeting, ephemeral. how lucky it must be to end so quickly. '

              ❛     &    a little funny you think that you even hold the power to suppress light.     ❜     the dark star's will remains resolute,     it wishes to obliterate all that has been created    :    these newborn stars,     the light of dawn that he beckons,     dusk's fall,     it wishes to cease this perpetual state of order    &    replace it with a dreadful chaos that lacked order.     it wanted all to only know darkness.     it wanted all to accept the dark star,     thereby granting a darkness that resides within all to manifest    &    overtake every aspect of one's being.     for one that controls the dawn,     he is all too aware of what light's sacrifice may lead to,     how these actions may facilitate an inevitable end,     causing his undoing,     thus relinquishing this gift of light bestowed unto him.     

              there's a cant of his head,     a collected smile     (   more akin to a smirk,     with corner of his lips tugged upwards   ),     he speaks    &    his words are soft,     forsaking the once boisterous persona to adopt a steadfast stance.     he shall not fall.     ❛     light never ends,     ❜     singular limb shifts,     slow,     index curling,     pressing between lip    &    chin,     arctic hues landing upon presumed object of his undoing.     a single lance.     an unfamiliar weapon.     no matter how alien it may seem,     the art of combat is a dance he is all too familiar with.     the dark star knows naught of dance    &    its beauty.     to this,     the advantage is his.     ❛     doesn't matter if dawn sets    &    darkness paints the sky     ...     the dawn will always rise.     ❜     it's his task as the court's dawn to shine.

i liked for this.     /     always accepting   !!

@vengearrow​ said :   "Rakan... hold still for a second." Varus reaches for the back of his scarf, lifting the amulet out from underneath, and places it around Rakan's neck. The red jewel shimmers brilliantly in the sun on his chest, and Varus hums in approval. "As I thought... it looks good on you. Keep it."

              this warmth shall not go unnoticed.     to avert his gaze from it would be a betrayal of the heart's desires,     to silence an enlightened song of passion a deadly move that must not be executed     ———     pessimistic perceptions may insist on silencing it,     all in attempt to facilitate darkness's entrance to his heart,     its only motivation to deter rakan from chosen path     //     to stray from what heart deems right is to betray his beliefs,     to forsake what his heart beats for   !!     despite how convoluted the matters in his heart are,     to reject them is to reject himself.     growing sense of camaraderie between them nurtured through meticulous hands that cared for blooming flower,     growing,     living at base of his heart.     travel has only strengthened its resolve,     invoked muse to experience breath of life,     longed for after times of pure peril,     times where life itself had nearly been taken from rakan.     (   oh,     what's life without a little danger   ?   )

              beyond such delicate flora its seeds,     budding feeling of romance masked beneath guise of friendship,     very one he dared not break yet.     how peculiar such love came to be,     how unnaturally natural did it feel to fight at his side,     for their fates to be bounded to one another,     walking along same path,     shoulder to shoulder,     initially perceived impossibility becoming their reality.     through each conversation,     through each battle,     through each smile they offered one another at night's silence,     where naught but the stars are their witness     ...     through it all,     it became natural.     natural to be at his side,     where he belongs.     not for the warmth he provides     ——     said warmth a virtue,     albeit afterthought to the true prize    :    varus himself.     very man that gifts him amulet,     that accepts perceived reality of intertwined fates.     in this together 'till bitter end.

              ❛     thanks     ...     i think it looks good on me,     too   !!     ❜     he jests,     it's natural,     praise for himself,     bonafide chuckle emitting from his throat.     he hums,     observes the amulet for moment,     considering its color,     its significance,     how great it looked on varus,     how good it looks on him.     eventually,     he decides.     screw subtlety.     ❛     'course,     it looks just as nice on you.     then again     ...     there's never been a moment where you look bad at all.     you're pretty easy on the eyes.     ❜     see the grin forming on his lips   ?     see the rise of his brows,     the evident gaze that neared longing every passing second.     this road's destination     ...     shall it be cut short,     or shall it prove fruitful   ?     lady luck,     smile down on him.

Nooo don't lose yourself to the darkness your so sexy ahah

sorry what was that?